Creator Marchington 's Staff.

If truth be told I was dreading my rejoinder to Marchington Hall, my Brother Charles the Fifth king Marchington was barely cold in his grave before I found myself dragged from service overseas to oversee his acres, though in truth it was no longer his but mine.

He left his dear wife Marjorie, as frigid an ice maiden as ever walked England 's hallowed sward, and her mother Deloretha, the complete modeling for any artist wishing to depict a witch as ever walked abroad, and with an evil manner to equate, and in addition there was a crumbling star sign, dilapidated demesne, depleted caisson and by some miracle Charles'lilliputian daughter, oh and gambling debts, in the grade of mortgages mainly, and yet by leaving no male heir the totally depressing black edifice descended upon my shoulders.

And the province weighed heavily upon my shoulders, I had been abroad in the Army for years and had no clear whimsey of how one keeps discipline among retainer when they may simply walk away and leave one 's employment, one might ingest the slovenly soldier thrashed for idling but an employee ? No I dreaded the hale enterprise more than I dreaded anything even canon fervor, for one might see the blow of the canon and seek to dodge the balls.

You see soldiering is my biography, the horse cavalry, the flash of the steel, the kick of the bursting charge, thundering Forth River with the flailing hooves and straining heftiness of the sawbuck, snorting and bellowing as he charges the transmission line, sabre against musket ball, sinew against flesh, grapeshot snapshot against sinew, charging on as ones fellows lie writhing in decease, that 's what I gave up for Marchington Hall and the phratry name.

It was worse far worse than I imagined, the family line 's closed carriage which collected me off the mail coach was filthy and ill maintained, the driver spent the journeying chattering to his safety who sat beside him whereas he should have been keeping a spotter behind for floater, the gymnastic horse were cruddy, the brasses tarnished, the leather cracked and unkempt, even the arse were full of dirt.

The menage were assembled for my inspection at the front porch, Mr Belcher the Butler, aptly named I surmised as a bellyfull of porter produced a loud eructation with every conviction, Frobisher the under butler, resplendent in a undifferentiated renowned by such cleanliness that one could pick out that it was bottle green in hue and not mildew on sinister like Belcher's.

The Footman was a simple boy and not even liveried, he might have been a farm paw, Binks, by name though Belcher called him St. Matthew the Apostle, and there were chambermaids, quip, May and solitaire, carefully selected for their supreme ugliness I assumed, though the serious cut of their hair and fat corpulent bellies did much to enhance the effect, and Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, straitlaced and just with a liking for whiskey I deduced from her breathing spell when I inspected her as I always inspected my troops, and of course of action there was Milly the scullery housemaid and Bessie the under Captain Cook not to observe the platoon of idlers who inhabited the stables posing as groom and static hands while playing pranks and idling their days away.

I made a perfunctory inspection only as peeress Marjorie and that old witch of a mother looked on and Belcher introduced each one before I stepped inside the mansion, `` My affectionately Marjorie, '' I said `` I am so meritless. ``

'' Ha glad I should cogitate, '' the old Wiccan cackled, `` I have my eye on you ! ''

'' Yes, '' Marjorie interjected immediately without any pleasantries, `` Mama says you should turn back my dowry. ``

'' Oh does she ? '' I enquired, `` Interesting, have you arranged Luncheon ? ``

'' We did n't recognise when to expect you, '' Marjorie trilled as she led me through to the sitting room beside the drawing room.

'' I said noon, it is now twenty six minutes after noon, '' I explained patiently, `` tiffin fourth dimension. ``

Her mother spoke up. `` It 's James Cook 's fault, '' the old crone lied. `` We told her. ``

'' Then have her whipped, '' I replied.

'' well we told Bessie to separate cook, '' said Marjorie uncertainly, `` Or was it Milly ? ``

'' Then have all three whipped, '' I suggested.

'' King John ! '' the old witch snapped, `` This is England, we are not savages, these are our servants and we do not pip our retainer ! ``

'' That madam is what is wrong with this household, with this landed estate, no subject field ! '' I exclaimed, `` field of study, sporting uniforms, clean bayonets, clean shaven smartness soldiers, that, madam is how one wins battles ! ``

'' This is not a battle ! '' Marjorie interjected.

'' That is where you are incorrectly, '' I snapped, `` There is a war here between masters and servant and the handmaid are winning and I do believe it is clock time for us to lead a firm stand, now who shall it be ? ``

'' What ? '' Marjorie asked.

'' Whom shall take the whipping ? '' I asked.

'' Imbecile you can not whip the servants, '' the mother snapped.

'' Very well, then forgather the stave before the independent staircase and I shall address them. '' I insisted.

'' I shall not, '' the mother declared, so I reached for the bell pull and tugged, predictably it broke, but not before a bell clanged half heartedly in the handmaid 's pantry.

'' You rang sir ? '' Belcher enquired.

'' I wish to address the family, '' I announced, `` Please assemble them before the master staircase. ``

'' But it is faculty Lunchtime Mr John, '' he said tiresomely.

'' I am Lord Marchington now, and do n't you blank out it ! '' I snapped.

'' Fall them in and that 's an social club, '' I snapped.

'' Very military skipper ! '' Marjorie sniggered.

'' Major, ah in fact I am a Lieutenant Colonel now I am on the reserve, '' I explained.

'' Are we supposed to be impressed ? '' the old witch asked.

'' assemble the staff ! '' I demanded, `` Luncheon be damned ! '' and I stormed out of the room and lunged up the stairs to what had been my room in Father of the Church 's time.

It was a wasteland of dust and disuse and did my humour no favour, and I watched from the windowpane for a moment as the household sluggardly wandered into the home once more.

I gave them a few moments before I went to the head of the stairs, they barely noticed me until I bellowed, `` squad, Attention ! '' That got their attention.

'' You are the most slovenly rabble it has been my misfortune to command, '' I explained, `` And it will not do, will not do, '' I continued, `` And I shall go away and come back tomorrow when I expect a finish transformation, Dismiss ! ``

I went down and pushed through the assembled crowd and mounted the posture, its says much for the staff 's idleness that my luggage was still aboard the carriage and the squad of horses still harnessed to it whilst the coachman consumed a immense meat pie and tankard of something John Brown and probably alcoholic.

To his credit the coachman came rapidly enough when I bellowed `` Coachman, '' at the top of my lungs, but I was aboard before he could open the door for me, `` To Trentham townspeople and do n't spare the cavalry, '' I ordered.

I dined alone at the Dog and Duck, and lodged at the summit, eschewing the chance to pass the night with one `` Shantell, '' she of ablaze cheeks and ample boob and haunches and a bloated swollen belly and in so doing saved myself several shillings and probably a bust of the sailors disease into the bargain.

The morning time came, none too soon if I am honest and then after a very satisfactory break-fast I strolled uselessly about the town until predictably enough the pushchair arrived twenty minutes after the meter we agreed, the coachman claiming there to have been a oversupply of slow farm handcart along the way.

The predictably dirty carriage clattered along disreputably enough keeping me tolerably dry if not light and soon enough we arrived at the house.

This prison term footman and under butler attended upon us as soon as we swept down the drive and halted before the nominal head steps, and between them they set the baby buggy steps down and accumulate my traveling bag, this at least was an advance, but otherwise if there was an improvement in any other field then I failed to observe it, though at least the staff were lined up neatly enough on the steps.

I proceeded to inspect them one by one, Mr Belcher the Butler unwashed, badly shaven, dressed in a smutty shirt under a filthy jacket, Frobisher the under Samuel Butler, in his shirt sleeves, from portering, his brake shoe in indigence of a refulgence, his threadbare shirt and trousers tolerably clean as was
Matthew Binks the footman a mere boy, the chamber maids, Sally and forbearance, had bathed I discerned, but Milly the scullery maid and Bessie the under Captain James Cook were as dishevelled and sweaty as before as was cook, and defective of all her manus were filthy.

Mrs Maguire the housekeeper, was as victorian and upright piano as ever though slightly drunk with her liking for whisky, and looking on were Marjorie and her mother.

I made a list. `` discharge or whiplash ? '' I asked Belcher.

'' What do you mean sir ? '' he asked.

'' Whip or drop you are a ignominy sir ! '' I snapped.

'' Then I shall study my leave, '' he said.

'' Then go ! '' said I `` Frobisher, you are butler now, any question ? ''

'' No sir. '' he said and quickly corrected himself, `` No my lord. ``

'' Can you handle a cat ? '' I asked, he looked perplex, `` A cat of nine behind, a whip man ! '' I asked.

'' I suppose so sir, I never tried, '' he said.

'' unspoilt man, '' I said, an turn I added, `` Belcher do n't stand there capable mouthed, you 'll view a moth, be gone man. ``

'' You need a better suit if you 're to be under Samuel Butler Binks, '' I informed the younger man, `` And you must use more soap and less olfactory property, I told the sleeping accommodation maiden, who smiled awkwardly.

'' release or whip ? '' I asked the cook.

'' You would n't dare ! '' she scowled insolently.

'' You, Bessie, cilium or sack ? '' I repeated before the under cook.

'' observe your trap shut, '' Captain James Cook snorted.

'' whip or sack ? '' I asked Milly the scullery maid.

'' What have I done to deserve this sir ? '' she asked.

'' What you have not done is to bath fry, '' I said.

'' But the feller should certainly defile me if I did n't stink sir ! '' she said honestly.

'' Just two lashes then, gentle ones, '' I offered, `` This time. ``

'' On my hand sir ? '' she asked.

'' No on your bare keister, '' I assured her.

'' Ohhhh sir ! '' she tittered.

'' That 's a lash then ? '' I suggested and I moved on to Mrs Maguire, `` Lash or sackful, '' I asked.

'' Do n't be ridiculous ! '' she snapped.

'' overlord Marchington you are unhinged ! '' Marjorie 's female parent snapped.

'' I 'll slash you in a moment, '' I snapped back.

'' And me ? '' Marjorie asked her icy center suddenly aflame.

'' You have done naught to displease me, '' I assured her, `` Now Mrs Maguire, lash or dismissal ? ``

'' I have done nothing wrong, and I have nowhere to go, '' she said.

'' secure eyelash it is, excellent, see Belcher off the premises Frobisher and I 'll see you all in the courtyard by the kitchen after luncheon, '' I said breezily and made my way to my old room.
It was still unprepared, `` Mrs Maguire ! '' I shouted.

'' Sir, '' she replied and hurried upstairs, `` madam said the guest elbow room sir. ``

'' Really, your whiplash madam, would you prefer twenty here in buck private or ten in the courtyard ? '' I asked.

'' The courtyard, I have seen too many little girl ravished after slaughter. '' she averred.

'' Where in deity name was that ? '' I asked.

'' Jamaica, '' she said.

'' Well have no fearfulness, '' I insisted, `` Pray bend over the bed and raise your skirts. ``

'' No ! '' she protested, `` I shall not pass on ! ``

'' carry a hebdomad to batten down another position before you decide, '' I said as kindly as I could suspecting the old crone was at the root of the room being unprepared.

lunch was tolerable, if greatly more palatable than discipline rations it hardly equalled the standard of the policeman mess at Catesby, and then after luncheon I ordered the house custody to the courtyard.

Now the courtyard was to the E side of the house and was the area between the walled garden and the house with the stables at one end and a wall with just a low wooden door to the south, access being through the great oaken door at the Second Earl of Guilford by the horse barn, and the unit on the whole secluded from prying eyes and one by one the handmaid assembled as directed by the kitchen.

I had in my minds eye the mounting steps whereby a woman in crinoline might ride her horse cavalry incline saddle which was in the substance almost of the courtyard, as a whipping stool.

'' So falsify what is it to be ? '' I asked her as I selected a horse whip from the selection I had brought from the stables.

'' You wo n't whip me, of there 's anyone you should it 's her, '' she pointed at Marjorie, `` And her beef of a mother, scheming bitches the pair of them. ''

'' recite me more ? '' I suggested.

'' Ha that girl ent your niece she 's Frobisher 's ! '' Captain Cook averred.

'' Thrash her fell ! '' Marjorie 's mother screamed.

'' No, you do it, '' I exclaimed and strode across to hand the whip to Marjorie 's mother before I returned to fix, grasped a handfull of her filthy hair and ignoring her dissent I dragged her to the mounting pace over which I bent her before I hauled the back of her skirts high over her brain to reveal her bemire filthy once blanched cotton underwear.

'' You lying trivial bitch, '' Marjorie 's mother snarled as she grabbed Captain Cook voluminous pantaloons and dragged them down her leg revealing a none too clean and jerk backside, `` Liar ! '' she said as she raised the lash and slashed it across the fat boated James Cook fat bloated backside.

White cloth, pink skin and a miserly brown bud of a womanly ass yap were revealed to all as the lash flashed adding red chevron and hint of origin to the picture as the Captain James Cook wailed for pardon and then requital, `` sevener, eight nine, '' the old witch counted, `` 15, '' and she was tiring, her brow sweating as her unaccustomed exertions in her many layers of underthings beneath her Negro gown.

'' Enough ! '' I cried, `` Sir Martin Frobisher, Mr Frobisher five Sir Thomas More whiplash if you please, '' I requested and indicated he should film the whip.

'' Swack, '' the whip slashed the cooks fat ass ten times harder than the old witch managed and the Captain James Cook shrieked in alarm clock, then she screamed and as the party whip descended again so she screamed again and again, I counted seven more swats before I called a halt and the cook raised herself up pulled up her pantaloons and ran for the kitchen

'' Bessie, your turn, '' I called sweetly, `` set up your dame and humiliated your pantaloons if you please Bessie. ``

'' I ca n't sir I ai n't wearing any, '' Bessie confessed, `` I ca n't open none sir. ``

'' Well, that should make chastisement easier, now bend over, '' I ordered and when she did as I asked I slapped her rump just once with the palm of my left over deal, `` Now go away and aim attentiveness. '' I said, `` Milly ? ``

Milly too bent over the step and raised her skirts, she too was publicize beneath her chick and her young unplucked virgin womb peeked innocently out below her sweet uninfluenced brown budded ass hole and I felt my sap revolt, stretching my member and making him feel constrained, I am quite sure that I blushed.

'' Never mind, just turn over the step. '' I suggested, and I guided her forward, `` Frobisher ? '' I asked.

'' She 's Saint Matthew 's truelove sir, maybe he could chastise her ? '' he said insolently, but sensitively I deduced.

'' Binks, ten of the best lad, '' I ordered and invited him to step forward, he stared.

'' Never seen a little girl bared ? '' I asked.

'' No sir, not Milly ! '' he agreed and he reached out and caressed her buttocks.

'' smacking them lad, show her who 's in charge ! '' I ordered and so he slapped her rump, `` Enough, she just needs a simple example. '' I ordered as my discomfort became intense, `` Let her up ! '' I ordered and I went to seek the James Cook who now lay face down on her kitchen floor sobbing.

'' What did you mean about Lady Marjorie ? '' I asked.

'' Everybody knows, her and Sir Martin Frobisher used his stuff and nonsense and my bomb tacker to get that kid, your sidekick was n't zip but a sod ! ``

'' I suspected as much, '' I said, `` So she cuckolded him ? ``

'' Stopped him topping his self, '' she said, `` If that 's what cucking detainment is. ``

'' No, '' I sighed, `` But why ? ``

'' Because he was diseased, '' madam Marjorie stood in the doorway, `` I was still intact do you see, '' she said, `` Though I am no longer. ``

'' Then it is genuine what Cook says, '' I exclaimed and when she nodded I added, `` My god, my god you are evil ! ``

'' toilet ? '' she said alarmed.

'' A whore, a filthy whore, '' I exclaimed and my phallus was agonised at the intellection of a lady of pleasure, I wanted Milly 's soft succulent ass pickle around my swollen member but all there was was cook, and Marjorie, the unfaithful cuckold, a whore.

'' No John, '' Marjorie pleaded as she looked into my eyes.

'' You 're just a smutty cocotte, well you can earn your board and lodging on your vertebral column ! '' I cried.

'' Saint John the Apostle in law I am your sis ! '' she wailed, she was animated now, her breast heaved like a whore 's boob, her lips seemed inviting, her heart now smoldered where before there was ice.

'' I 'll teach you to cuckold Charlie ! '' I snapped and I reached for her throat, she dodged but I had my digit among the buttons upon her tightly buttoned collar and ripped it away tearing the white cotton wool away down in a vee between her tightly bound bosom, it was a consequence for me to rip the material down off her berm and on down to her waistline, the kitchen knives were drying on the draining board so I took a immense one and plunged it down beside her breast bone.

She thought it was for her breast but no, I merely cut the ski binding around her breasts, and pulled away the torn book binding and then as her back was bared I cut the whacking of her corset and then I cut down between her buttocks and the fabric fell away to lead her au naturel but for her boots.

'' I 'll instruct you to use my brother so ill ! '' I snapped and to a gasp from all assembled I dragged her to the courtyard, `` Look, we have a new scullery maiden, and new prostitute and an old prevarication squawk, '' I snapped.

'' St. John are your quite an mad ? '' her female parent question, but she was afraid now that I had a knife and she shrank back in fear but I was past caring as I threw Marjorie to the undercoat and thrusting the knife in the waistband of my trousers I took the whip from Binks which I lashed across Marjorie 's back drawing blood.

'' No ! '' she wailed rolling on her back as if she thought such would protect her but I hit her knoll in lieu, mounds as she tried to get across them with her hands and the teats on her mounds which reared up as if roused, she rolled again and I slashed her back with the party whip leaving white red stripe on her sick pink flesh.

'' Marjorie save your face ! '' her mother cried suddenly and as Marjorie left her mounds uncovered to peek through fingers saving her expression so I whipped her between her legs.

'' Nooooo ! '' she wailed, `` I can not bear it ! '' and she rolled in the mud again.

'' Bitch ! '' I cried, `` Set her to work ! '' and I went inside.

'' Divine Marchington, I shall possess you shot ! '' Marjorie 's mother informed me as she followed me inside, `` I shall make the Constable, '' she said before I silenced her with a smacking to her weasly narrow down face.

'' How, '' I demanded, `` Why ? Why did he die by his own hand ? ``

'' They blackmailed him, as he was a sodomist, '' the old witch said quietly, `` Marjorie knew she had the biography of a nun for a future, she has no liking for the pulp, none at all, '' the mother said, `` So do n't judge her, restitute her to her station and we will say no more about it. ``

'' You planned it did n't you, '' I demanded, `` You witch, you sought to observe poor Charlie animated long enough to get a boy grandchild and you were set up for life history ! ``

'' Marjorie had a substantial dowery, '' the old witch explained, `` Charles the Bald pursued her ! ``

'' You did more than like, now admit it ! '' I insisted.

She shook her head, `` You do n't frighten off me John, you 're just a boy ! '' she said sarcastically.

'' No ? '' I queried drawing the tongue, `` You miserable dried up wasteland old witch, you made your daughter a whore ! ``

'' No ! '' she declaimed but I was enraged and she saw it and she ran, ran for her life ran faster than for XX and more than years and by the greatest of misfortune she ran upstairs and ran to her bedchamber.

I followed barely a step ass and when she threw herself despairingly upon the bed, I took the knife and cut her clothing down her cover from neck to hem and peeled it apart to reveal her body gear up for whipping.

It was her misfortune that I had no whip and that as she rose to elude so she slipped from her ruined habiliment and it was her keen misfortune that I caught her easily and in doing so saw the damp in that mass of lock between her legs.

I stared in skepticism, `` No ! '' she said as she stared at my bulging knickers and she said, `` No dear god ! ``

I held myself in deterrent somehow, `` You are indeed evil ! '' I snapped and I turned on my hound and strode away.

The view that I had almost speared her rebuff me but excited me and my pauperization were now pressing indeed but at that present moment Marjorie rushed in bare crying `` female parent, pray god what is that man doing to you ? ``

'' Fornicating tyke, he has his mind on raping me promise the constable if you please. '' she said acidly and that 's when I lost all colour of propriety.

'' Why sir, why my female parent ? '' Marjorie asked belatedly.

'' Oh who can fathom why Marjorie, '' she wailed, `` But he means to assault me, ''

'' Because she is a whore, '' I averred, `` As are you ! '' I snapped, `` Whore, cuckholder, '' I stared at Marjorie, her cumulus heaved, her rim trembled and I grew hard observance, `` Mother prostitute and baby whore, I shall mount you now, on your back bawd ! '' I snapped and I ripped my breeches open scattering push widely until my appendage was freed and stood proudly to attention.

Marjorie stared, `` No, you can not ravish me, it is too big, you will rupture me, strain me to excess, no I pray, '' but I was upon her and disgorge her down beside her mother and I sought to climb her.

She struggled, she fought valiantly but I was took hard and I grabbed her calf and forced her knees wide apart, revealing her womb glistening in prediction like the most wanton whore.

Her affright saved her, her womb lubricated itself in veneration and with that fear I plunged deep inside her even as she battered me ineffectively with her clenched fist until with her immunity fading and as her screaming became dickhead of despair so she accepted her fate but in fact as my Assault continued it was dismay that Marjorie expressed.

'' Too firm ! '' she averred, `` Too manly, '' and when I shot my cream among her component part she said, `` Oh I am on ardor, momma, he has ruined me ! ``

'' He raped you child, '' the Mother averred as she pulled her ruined clothes around herself, `` He raped you. ``

'' What is to be done Mama ? '' Marjorie asked.

'' You must decide, '' the mother explained, `` You can hardly have him hung under the portion. ``

'' I apologise madam, that was inexcusable, '' I said as I eased my appendage from Marjorie 's warmly moist womb.

'' But Mama the Constable ! '' Marjorie protested.

'' Forget Constables, '' the old crone suggested as she stretched, `` You have sinned far spoiled than he in their eyes, '' she admitted and she pulled her torn clothing around her again and went to her cupboard to search more clothing.

'' What shall I do ? '' Marjorie asked.

'' Why serve as my working girl ! '' I snapped, `` No you cuckolded my brother you shall process my staff. ``

'' But you made love to me '' she snapped.

'' That was fornication not love, why I might take more pleasure from a sheep 's bastard than your womb were I a Romanoff. '' I averred, `` No come, let the faculty savour their new schoolma'am. ``

'' No ! '' she wailed, `` I can not go like this ! '' but I dragged my knee pants around me and dragged her by the arm out of the bed chamber still attired in naught but her long boots and then I saw she was correct.

'' Off with the boots, you shall go entirely defenseless, '' I ordered.

'' No ! '' she demurred but I grabbed her around the waist and even as she struggled so I unlaced her thrill and drew them from her and then with her completely raw I propelled her down stairs and to the courtyard.

'' Fetch the ostlers, bring in the stalls lads, '' I ordered, `` See, no to a greater extent need for wenching, I have a whore for you, '' Marjorie trembled with fear now as the fella came running.

'' But sir, she is our Mistress ! '' said one.

'' Exactly, now who shall serve my mistress and who shall be dismissed ? '' I asked.

They regaled me nervously.

'' I can not, '' said one.

'' sodomite eh ? '' I asked.

'' Indeed not ! '' he said, `` I shall save myself for union. ``

'' Sodomite, '' I repeated, `` Well, who 's for the whore ? '' I asked again.

The maids were watching, Bessie and Milly were still sore about their under regions as one lad stepped forward, `` I should be honoured dame, '' he said.

'' right field, in the horse till and bathe ! '' I ordered, `` Lest I whip thee likewise ! ``

'' But sir ! '' he protested as his chap laughed.

'' All of you, bath, you stink regretful than horse cavalry, '' I ranted, `` No one shall remain plebeian, at eight each morning time you shall all bathe here, I shall sustain additional public treasury and baths brought and you shall all be fair and smart. ''

'' Oooh, '' Sally exclaimed, `` We have to bathe solitaire, '' she said and she started to disrobe.

'' Hold hard, '' I said, but the unchanging fella were disrobing and then Milly and Bessie and Frobisher and Binks and before I was aware the entirely throng were disrobed.

'' Hold heavy I say, '' I repeated but my discipline had broken down entirely, `` Desist ! '' but discipline had broken entirely and suddenly it seemed everyone was disrobing.

'' Desist ! '' I cried but to my complete horror Binks had seized Milly and throwing her on her spine he claimed her by driving his solidly erect fellow member late inside her.

'' So, which is to mount me first ? '' Marjorie asked suddenly as she stood beside me.

'' None, they have made fall guy of us, '' I said sadly, `` I meant to create Holy Order from indiscipline by discipline and all I have brought is fornication. ``

'' Oh well, '' she said, `` Then I shall push Captain Cook for that static mitt 's affection, '' Marjorie said provocatively.

'' No, stay I shall mount you, '' I offered.

'' Do n't disgrace yourself, '' she said but there was none to compare with Marjorie now they were disrobed, and her pitcher were freed from their bindings.

'' I shall return to soldiering, '' I declared.

'' And leave this den of fornication to thrive and spread ? '' she said, `` I think not ! ``

'' No, but what shall I do ? '' I asked.

'' result them to their pleasure, '' she said, `` Come inside, let us talk, '' she suggested.

'' talking, I just stripped you naked and ravished you ? '' I reminded her, `` What do you mean talk ? ``

'' lecture, about the future and how on earth we stop Bible of this getting abroad 50 you become a laughing stock, '' she said anxiously.

'' I want to rape you again ! '' I admitted.

'' Then I have not the posture to forestall you, '' she admitted.

'' What ? '' I asked.

'' You know you want to, '' she said and as I looked around it seemed that quite suddenly almost every servant was indulging in fornication, indeed Cook had member in her uterus and ass hole and in her mouth all at the like time.

I just looked around helplessly.

'' Come, '' Marjorie said again and she led me inside and up to her bed bedchamber, `` Take your pleasure if you must, then perhaps you should pass to the Army, female parent can take care after the estate. ``

'' Marry you ? '' I queried, `` You cuckolded my brother ! '' I reminded her.

'' Did I indeed ? '' she said, `` We never even consummated the married couple ! ''

'' Oh, my head is spinning, '' I confessed, `` It is all muddiness, I need comfort, I need a whore ! ``

'' Then I am for sure you will use me again, '' she said, `` But let us do it discreetly. ``

'' Indeed, '' I said and I hoisted her up in my arms, `` Discreetly. ``

'' And have the ale caskful brought out so they are all so boozy that by first light all will be forgotten. '' she suggested.

'' Yes, '' I agreed, `` I shall see to it when I am sated, '' I agreed and I carried her up the stairs.

This time there was no electric resistance, she allowed me to ingest my delight, she spread her wooden leg wide and even held the lips to her womb open for my unveiling and being moist I speared her with the greatest ease, `` Take off you Jerkin that I may feel the affectionateness of your chest, '' she whispered.

'' Why ? '' I asked.

'' I want to feel your manly chest, '' she repeated, `` Shall you not indulge me ? ``

'' You are a cunning woman, '' I assured her, `` And a lying bitch and a cuckold, but it will give me pleasure I am for sure to crush your teats against my debar thorax, '' I suggested, and as she requested I removed by Jerkin and my under vest and laid my au naturel chest against her tender teats.

She pulled me to her like I was her fan such was her deviousness but I saw it for the ploy it was and resolved not to be taken in.

My outlet came more gently this time, although I still sank my teeth into her neck opening to give her a sexual love bit for all to see as my cream bubbled Forth River and when it was done I sent her to get mead and cider and ale so all might turn incapably drunk.

Her mother came to talk when Marjorie left me, she was dressed again, decorously smartly in black as ever, `` John, '' she said, `` This ravishing my daughter will not do ! ``

'' Shall I ravish you in her position ? '' I asked.

'' No of course not, '' she replied, `` I only mean, '' she said and she blushed, `` I do not believe she cuckolded your brother, '' she said, `` They were never husband and wife, he sodomised all sorts of minor and vagrant and never once shared Marjorie 's bed.

'' But she had relations with another man ! '' I exclaimed.

'' With the handle of a spoon and his seminal fluid yes, but his fellow member no, '' she explained.

'' I see, '' I agreed, `` But my mind is made up, now leave me before I ravish you likewise. ``

She slipped away, somehow she seemed lupus erythematosus the witch more the touch parent, but I dressed and went to check om Marjorie.

I was just in fourth dimension for two stable fellow had her spread-eagled on the straw and were about to ravish her.

'' Whore ! '' I ordered, `` I have need of you. ``

'' Yes my Maker ! '' she replied and as they let her up she flew to my incline, `` fuddle up lads, '' I said
, `` Drink and be merry. ``

Night was falling, the servants were too drunken to prepare a meal and so I had Marjorie don a retainer 's smock and together we carved a chicken cook had roasted earlier and we ate volaille and pelf for our supper.

'' Have you finished with me my master ? '' Marjorie asked.

'' You never spent the Night with Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles ? '' I asked.

'' Nor any man, '' she admitted.

'' Then I shall form margin, '' I agreed, `` So shall we repair to your bed or mine ? ``

'' I shall accept my fate, '' she said and blushed.

'' Mine then, '' I agreed, `` confidential information on, '' and I lit candles from the kitchen fervor and handed her one while the other I took and we repaired to my room.

She slipped from her robe and slipped nakedly between the bed tabloid and I swiftly followed and quickly took her in my arms, pausing only to blow out the candles.

'' You 're so hard, '' she said, `` You 're hurting me. ``

'' I was jealous, '' I admitted, `` I really did not require to share you with those lads. ``

'' I know, '' she said, `` Though I did wonder how their appendages might feel inside me. ``

'' Yes, '' I agreed, `` Well perhaps you shall just serve me. ``

'' What choice have I ? '' she asked.

'' None, '' I agreed and I bent my headspring to nose her cervix, `` None at all, '' and I kissed her ear and then I was on her and pinning her down I kissed her lips.

Her hands strayed to my member and I felt her guide him to her uterus, I eased myself back and then forward to enter her, `` There, '' I said as I slid easily inside her moistened viscera, `` That is not too disgusting is it ? ``

'' No, '' she admitted.

'' Then tell me I excite you like a upright whore should, '' I insisted, `` Do not lie there like a wet fish or I might as well poke your mother or an ostler 's backside. ``

'' It hurts, '' she said, `` It is distasteful, you are yucky and Agghhh ! '' she wailed as I thrust firmly.

'' See, exclude your rant, '' I declared.

'' No the infliction ! '' she wailed as I thrust again, '' You are tearing me asunder ! ``

'' You 're damned soaked for a mother I 'll cave in you that, '' I gasped as she gripped my appendage and seemingly milked my cream from me as I pounded into her, and quite suddenly I let fly the pent up cream from my clod and she gasped.

'' No ! '' she cried and she closed her eyes tightly in abnegation, `` No ! ``

'' Too late for no, '' I suggested as I climbed off her and wiped my manhood on the counterpaine.

'' You beast ! '' she protested, `` You use me and sick me aside. ``

'' Indeed, '' I agreed, `` Is such not an agreeable to you ? '' I asked as I took the tinderbox and lit the candles.

She stared at me, `` Is that all ? '' she asked seriously, `` You just chuck me aside. ``

'' Indeed, '' I agreed, `` Now away to your twenty-five percent. ``

'' No, '' she declared, `` I shall sleep here, you have warmed the bed for me. ``

'' And be available should I require a harlot ? '' I asked.

She looked away, and I blew out the candela again and joined her in the bed.

'' delay me, '' she ordered, `` I am coldness. ``

'' Am I to be ordered about in my own bed, '' I enquired.

'' Then I shall control you, '' she replied, `` Are my hands cold ? '' and she grasped my phallus, he stirred instantly.

'' You play a dangerous game madam, '' I whispered and I rolled over to cover her.

'' So make me, '' she said again.

'' I shall use you for my delight, '' I reminded her.

'' And I shall use you for mine, '' she taunted me, `` Come, use me. ``

'' I shall indeed, '' I agreed, `` When I feel the need. ``

'' And do you find the indigence ? '' she asked.

I aimed my humanity at her softness in the darkness and pressed him plate, `` Yes, '' I said quietly.

'' So hold me, '' she said, `` Give me some signal that you regard me. ``

'' But I do not, '' I insisted, `` You are goose egg but a whore ! ``

'' Then I shall away to my own elbow room ! '' she insisted but she remained beneath me.

'' But a charming whore, '' I suggested.

'' You were Jonathan Swift enough to give up the handmaid abusing me, '' she reminded me, `` Can you not get it in your bosom to make love me ? ``

'' stillness cleaning woman, '' I whispered, `` Let us savor the bit, '' and I gently plowed her in the swarthiness and the passion of my bed as she desperately tried to please me humping against me in primeval instinct of what would cause me to spill my seed promptly but shortly her mother wit departed her and her desires took charge and she grasped my buttocks and dragged me ever harder into her.

The ending was long and easy in building the emission flowed easily as she gasped helplessly until we stilled and then we lay together quietly entwined like lovers.

There was nothing to be said, I ran my finger's breadth through her haircloth and I fell into a most contented quietus.

I woke in the gray of dawn, she was staring at me, `` It will not do, '' she said, `` I deserve to be loved I need love ! ``

'' On your back sporting lady I have needs, '' I replied.

'' No, not until you admit you love me ! '' she insisted.

'' I own you, '' I told her, `` And shall use you as I see fit, now lay on your back and spread the way to your womb that I may have you.

'' distinguish me you love me ! '' she insisted.

'' You please me, '' I reminded her, `` But I do not recite Trygve Halvden Lie easily. ``

'' Then ingest me for I own my uterus craves your intrusion, I have never experienced it 's like. '' she said as I stared undefended mouthed, `` remove me I say ! '' she added.

'' Oh my, '' I exclaimed and I sat down, `` You crave me ? '' I struggled, `` But I thought ? ``

'' No more row my lord, take me ! '' she insisted, `` Or lay back that I might use you ! ``

'' dame ! '' I exclaimed as nakedly she advanced, `` No ! ``

But she was upon me and sinking herself down on my member she pleasured herself greatly, `` See I have become a wanton whore ! '' she trilled.

'' Not a tart for I am not paying, '' I insisted, `` Indeed you should pay me for the privellage. ``

'' Please John ! '' she said, `` For pities sake make me an offer ! ``

'' I shall marry your female parent and have you for my cyprian, '' I suggested.

'' No ! '' she wailed though still impaled upon me.

'' Or marry you and possess your female parent for my whore, '' I offered.

'' I shall coiffe it, '' she said, `` Mother deserves some felicity ! ''

'' I jest, '' I said and as her face fell I added, `` I have no need of your female parent. ``

'' When I am with child, '' she said, `` She may serve then ! ``

'' I have no need of your mother, '' I insisted, `` Now come here ! '' I said and pulled her down so I might snog her sass and thus I possessed her utterly .